Sick of being tired and sick and ready for another kind of fix

It had been a weak sense the incident. Loki had come for sex twice. Each time appearing suddenly and teleporting Stark from his lab to the bed instantly. It was hot and intense, Loki's greedy hands ripping apart Tonys clothes. But they never kissed it was just passion. Loki always left quickly after, with out a word or a backwards glance. He left Tony unsatisfied and waiting for more.

The bruise was long gone and so were the previous marks of ownership. There were a few small scars, one under his ear from Loki constantly biting there, and countless marks of frost bite on his back. They would heal in time but his touch would never fade.

The way Loki's fingers ran along his body, tender and loving. The way Loki gripped him when he took him, strong and commanding. His teasing fingers playing with Tony's hair as his twisted smile played with Tony's mind. When Loki would ruffly shove him down, showing him who's boss. The danger in his voice when Stark would challenge him as he pushed the smaller man to the wall intimidating eyes baring in to his soul. Yes the memories would never fade but the marks would.